[ Of all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: “it should be obvious, right? Come on, Simon.”
He’s already walking in a random direction, because just standing around making noise here is freaking him out a little. If this simulation’s implemented calories, post-PATHOS Simon is going to burn so many. ]
Well, you’re in something. How are you talking to me? Where are you?
[ It’s impatient, too, but a toothless, bickery impatience, borne of what’s started to be a seed of understanding that Catherine is maybe sincerely unable to predict the conclusions Simon comes to, or fails to come to, as the case may be.
Unselfconsciously sussing out the one layperson neuron they have in common is just kinda what he does now. ]
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He’s already walking in a random direction, because just standing around making noise here is freaking him out a little. If this simulation’s implemented calories, post-PATHOS Simon is going to burn so many. ]
Well, you’re in something. How are you talking to me? Where are you?
[ It’s impatient, too, but a toothless, bickery impatience, borne of what’s started to be a seed of understanding that Catherine is maybe sincerely unable to predict the conclusions Simon comes to, or fails to come to, as the case may be.
Unselfconsciously sussing out the one layperson neuron they have in common is just kinda what he does now. ]